I was fourteen
when our literature teacher said:
‘For today’s homework
you have to write a poem about your arms’.
The next day I stood up before the class and recited:
‘My arms are like very, very long wires
with which I can embrace the whole world.'
The teacher said: ‘Very good, great metaphor’.
He died peacefully
just a few years before the Wireless Era.
Lucky for him, he escaped the struggle
of all these wireless things,
even wireless loves.
Meanwhile, I mourn for the death of my first great metaphor.
Try at least to go
right, not be right, since no one is
always right. While
value can be found in the everyday, as long as you traverse the roads of
every village, city, meadow, mountain or sky,
leaving behind empty bottles and full memories.
Drink clears the smog inside your head;
repeat this saying like you’re praying it. Drink
in pubs and wine bars as though they were temples,
newly built by the religion of joy, to please and
keep us closer to our souls.
Eat not just food, but good recollections too
at your travel trips and drink sessions, by grabbing
time before time grabs you.